CHAPTER 36
A shield?
Ada looked blankly at Anon—puzzled and entirely at a loss. What did he mean by a shield?
“Have you noticed it before?” He squeezed her.
Ada shook her head repeatedly.
He leaned over, kissed her temple, lifted her, and let her sit on the island or counter.
Anon inspected her hand in detail. Her hand was a bit reddish, but none of the expected scalding from being splashed by boiling soup was evident; it remained as perfectly candle-shaped as before.
“Your hand should have blisters by now, but there is none. Have you felt the pain earlier?” He asked, patiently waiting for her response as she looked at her hand.
“Um—“ she cleared her throat, “I felt it, initially, but bearable. I was frightened; maybe that was why I imagined an exhilarating feeling.”
“Yeah! It c
